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// Re-Part II Chapter vii  
// Story: Beautiful Rainbows, Unicorns, and Rainbow Unicorns 
// by GamingWolf 
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	After spending the rest of the morning with Rarity, Price led Grey to the training yard to help Grey remember how to fight. Onyx came along out of boredom. Darqlon went about his own business. Since Amy went to help Rarity, Kyllgorr decided to watch the others in the training yard. 
"Are you sure about this?" Grey asked hesitantly.
"Absolutely. Even if you forgot how to fight, your body will still remember," Price coached. 
"So, if you lose, does that mean Luna is mine?" Onyx jeered.
Grey cracked his knuckles, set up a fighting stance in the middle of the boxing mat with Onyx, and Price rang the bell. 
He lunged straight at Onyx, who easily dodged and tripped Grey, with a satisfied smirk on his face. Grey quickly got to his feet and leapt towards Onyx. Onyx knocked Grey down with a left hook. After two minutes of enduring Onyx's assault, Grey collapsed to the mat.  
"Wow, Grey. Now, I'm feeling a little bad," the blue-eyed dragon laughed. 
"Do not get angry," he heard Price speak in his mind, "Relax and concentrate. Become one with your surroundings. Do not see with your eyes, see with your mind."
Grey growled, getting to his knee. He rested on his arm, taking deep breaths, and did as Price advised. He closed his eyes, his body went lax, he ignored the pain in his jaw, and he focused on his other senses. He could feel the sun's power radiating on him, the magic flowing through the world; the scent of ponies grew, the smell of joy emanating from Onyx, he could even smell an apple pie being baked; his ears twitched at the sound of flags flapping in the air, and he heard Onyx's heart beating.
Onyx was growing impatient, he was going to get back at Grey, once and for all. Before he could kick Grey down, Grey stood with his eyes faintly glowing yellow. He knew what that meant. He had enough time to block Grey's blinding punch, but not enough time to evade the second blow to his gut. An elbow to the back of his head made black out.
Grey let out the breath he held. The world began to move at normal speed. 
"Great job, Grey!" Price cheered, "You just learned how to use your Combat Sense, as you used to call it. You focus your mind to slow the world around you, allowing you to move faster and act quicker."
Kyllgorr pulled the unconscious dragon out of the ring, "My turn. I actually know how to melee fight." He began to loosen his muscles and pop his joints. 
Grey let out a deep breath, his eyes glowing yellow, as he took his stance.
Kyllgorr chuckled, his eyes flashed orange, "That little trick of yours won't work on me." Kyllgorr charged Grey and threw a right hook. Grey put up his arm to block, which Kyllgorr anticipated as he kneed Grey in his ribs. 
What he did not expect was Grey to absorb the blow, grab his leg, and trip him to the mat. Kyllgorr countered by tucking in his legs and grabbing the back of Grey's head, launching him to the ropes. Grey hopped back to his feet as Kyllgorr speared the wind out of him. They punched and kicked at each other until Kyllgorr hurled Grey to a post. Before Kyllgorr and his weight could steamroll Grey, he picked up his foot, driving his heel into Kyllgorr's jaw. He capitalized on his stunned opponent by kneeing Kyllgorr in his midsection and ax-handling the back of his head. On the ground, Kyllgorr grabbed the back of Grey's leg, tripped him, rolled on top of him, and held Grey in an excruciating ankle lock.  
Grey roared in pain as Kyllgorr kept wrenching on his foot. Arching as far back as he could, he wrapped his hands under Kyllgorr's chin, and choked him. Price interfered, bulldozing Kyllgorr, breaking the two of them up.
"Enough!" he shouted. 
Kyllgorr sat up and rubbed his neck, staring daggers at Grey. 
Grey crawled to a post to help sit him up, he sneered at Kyllgorr, rubbing his ankle. 
Kyllgorr walked over to Grey, his anger dissipating, "I. . . forgive you," he huffed.
Grey cocked his head in confusion, "What?"
"For abandoning me on the battlefield." After a long silence he added, "I know you just wanted to see if she was still alive, but you should have known better; but, in your shoes I would have done the same thing. That is why I forgive you," he held out his hand for Grey.
Grey accepted Kyllgorr's hand, "I. . . I'm sorry. I just wasn't thinking straight." With Kyllgorr's help, he hopped on his good leg, "I couldn't go back because Mystin was advancing towards Heaven and they needed all the reinforcements they could get."
Price padded up to Kyllgorr's side, "Don't worry about it. I was able to be resurrected and save him."
"Only to die hours later," Kyllgorr input.
"Or teleported someplace else," Grey added. 
"What happened up there anyways?" Kyllgorr inquired. 
"How about we discuss this after I ice my ankle," Grey stated, as he hobbled out of the ring.
"Sure," laughed Kyllgorr, who picked up a snoring Onyx and slung him over his shoulder. 

Princess Celestia watched a gray pegasus flying away from the North Tower where Darqlon stayed. She walked faster to his room. Before she could knock, Darqlon opened the door for her, bowing politely, and allowed her in. 
"To what. . . do I owe. . . the pleasure. . . your Highness?" he said in his hoarse tone.
"Who was that pegasus?" she inquired. 
"Jealous?" he quipped. 
"N-No!" she flustered, "I do not like random ponies flying to and fro my castle as they please."
"She is a friend," Darqlon went to his desk and put a letter into a drawer.
"A 'friend'?" Celestia repeated. 
"Yes," he replied flatly. 
"What is her name?"
"Ditzy Doo. . . the mailmare." 
"Oh," Celestia said, a little too relieved.
Darqlon turned to face her, "What. . .  did you need?"
"Can you shapeshift?" she quickly questioned. 
If Darqlon had a face he would have worn a confused expression. He crossed his arms, "Why?"
"For a crazy idea that I had," she stepped closer to him, "Can you?"
"What makes. . . you think. . . I can?" 
"If I had to be honest, it would be because of your lack of a physical body," she admitted. 
He let out a sigh, "Why don't you. . . just stab me. . . in the heart? At least that. . . would hurt less. . . than your honesty." 
"I did not mean-"
"Short answer. . . yes," he cut her off. "Long answer. . . I don't like to." 
"I was thinking-"
"I can't," he interrupted her again and sighed, "Ever since I arrived. . . in this world. . . without a body. . . I lose my power daily. I spent a high. . . amount of power. . . healing those ponies. . . and more creating. . . the amulet for Grey. . . even more talking. If I had a. . . willing vessel. . . I could retain my power. If a temple. . . was built for me. . . and your people started. . . worshiping me as. . . the god I am. . . I would gain power. If I went on. . . a murdering spree. . . harvesting souls. . . I would have power."
Celestia heard the irritation and annoyance in his voice. She went to his side, "That is the second time you mentioned needing a vessel to me. The first time, I thought it was wrong," she shifted nervously, "but I have found possible candidates." 
His crimson eyes stared intently at her, ". . . Go on."